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Quite a lazy Astarion redraw from Twitter

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Y’all LOVED transmasc!Wyll, so here is transfem!Karlach, another hill on which I will die (and shirtless Wyll because I like you)

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Bugsnax again soon!! :D gotta tie up loose ends

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Hey bugsnax fandom

I wanna make silly lil emote/ stickers of the cast and snaxs sometime over the next few days if anyone can suggest some ideas that would be great!

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A Vampiric Mage cursed by his grace, Learning Humanity and dancing the nights away

Diary entry #4 The Incident

Transcript:

Dear Diary,

I am writing to you from the bustling walls of the towns brothel. A few days after the fight with the general… After writing to you last. Mysterious yet freighting events started to occur..

I can’t recall what happened fully, but after writing I must of been sleep walking, cause I woke up in the main meeting room, I didn’t think much of it at the time, and went back to bed, since we were heading out to spill the blood of an threatening foe. Things kept getting weirder, or more accurately terrifying.

I awoken from my slumber, we allocated night watch, which is apparently normal for groups when out and about. But… something was off, a booming voice persisted as I awoken to the waken realm. His voice was deep and posh but contained power and dominance… he said I managed to “convert someone” I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming so I screamed. My voice echoed against the barren darkness of this field with my tent being the only thing providing protection. Convert…? Was that tied into my sleepwalking the night before..? What did this voice even mean?! For the first time that I can recall, a sense of vulnerability had shown… I couldn’t let ANYONE see this side of me! Alas, unfortunately someone did. Cil. My sworn enemy seeing me at my lowest point.

As the night of vulnerability and wishing for my own ostracisation persists more and more. I stare the person who I despised and attempted to calmly walk out, to go on night watch. Which now I’m glad I was forced to do. While I was starting to walk away a cornered voice echoed in the wind, from the person I least expected. Cil… I couldn’t control myself. in a state of my protective cold walls shattering in me- I leaned in and gave her a “hug.” Looking back it was really pathetic of me, showing some kind of weakness? But it worked out strangely. As I sat in the frost ridden darkness expecting and wishing to be alone, Cil did something I never expected. Especially coming from her. She kept me company. We talked the night away, opening up about our thoughts… till the warmth of the sunrise burned my cold soul. I survived one of my most vulnerable nights, and making a so called “friend”… it was a warmth I was lacking. It felt nice

The actual fight was intense. We jumped the general and his men on the bridge with just enough time to prepare. The fight was long and gruelling but we barely came out on top an urge suddenly whelmed me as I decided to bite the neck of the man who dared opposed me- but every went black and I passed out. Turns out something in his blood didn’t sit well with me… not my brightest moment I’ll admit.. only the low recruit saw me so that I can live with. The travel back was mostly uneventful some chit chats, but Cil has warmed up to me and I feel a sense of respect back. A new chapter has opened for us. Which brings me to today, after conversing with the brothel owner and finding a sense of purpose in a clientele- things may be looking up! The owner likes me a lot which can be… exploited..! But alas for this fruitful night I shall drink wine and dine like a queen watching over my subjects as they dance and do their “business” the night away. The music is entrancing- and the ambiance is nice but. I haven’t forgotten my mission

My mission of remembrance. I had a glimpse of a past yet forgotten as we arrived at this home of love distant memories- foggy and dark dances in my mind as I stared at a house of old. My body froze, someone falling echoes in my mind ending with a thump… I wish to remember myself. That was my goal but if these are the memories which welcome me- I’m not sure if I should

For now I leave my writing here. To drink the night away. Remember do not forget who you are. You must remember.

Lilith

D̴̨̦͙̭̲̻̙̪͇̖͓̣̗͉̪̃̐̃̏i̴̛̠̬̯͎̻͖̹͒̐̈́̾͒̂̐͝a̵̧̘̥̥̪͓͔͖̣͙̭͇͔̚r̶̈́͐̒͋̃̃͌́͌̓̈́̊̕͝ͅỳ̴̨̮̟̫̖̮͙̘̲̪͖̩̭͋̈́̈́͋̽̂̈́͘͠ ̶̡̯͕̣͕̺̒̉̌͑̌̈́̒͗̀̽̒̚ę̵̡̥̑͜ͅn̶̢͉̼̫̽͗̓͒̓̾̂̀̆̑̆̎͌̊ṯ̷̜͈̬͔́̀͂̌͒͌̊̈͐r̴̭̥͔̲͔̀̍̃̀̓͊͒̽̐y̸̢͈͚͎͕̖̰̟̺̤̪̹̼̫̓̊̍̿̂͛͒͘͜ ̴̧̡̛̙̜̮̪̤̙͎̥̥#̶̻̘̯͙̤̺̅͛́̃?̵̟̈́̍͐̈́̒́?̸͓͂͒̇̌̄̈́̏͐͑͛͘͘͝?̸̜̀̍

t̴̢̛̝̹̩̣͔̥̻̻͍͙̙͙̀̀̈͋̂̽͛r̷̡͕̘͇̞̥͔̠̟̰̥̪͎̟̍͂̈́̄͋̈́̏͘͘͝a̶̧̖͔̖͍͖̹̭͍͈̾̾́̃͘͜n̸̗̭̬̤̜͍̊s̵͍̬̩̮̜̭̹̬̜̬͛̏͌̎̿̓͋̄̈́́́͂̀͘ͅc̴̨̨͖̘̺̤̣̦̋͋̃̀͆͊̀͗͋̚r̶̢͎̺̹̗͕̈́̂̇͑̀̆̊̉i̴̢̧̜̗̫͙̮̣̝̹͔̱̓̌͛̀̉͐̊̄̄͐̚͘͜͝͠p̸̡̧̝͖̟̜̗̰͎̣̰̙̪̓̀̈͐̓̒͌̊̇͘̚̚͝ͅt̶̛̙͌̀́͛͑̐̂̈́̓̇͗̈́͗ͅ:̷̫͙͑̌͑̄̓̇͗͠ ̸͓̜̯̼̖͎͔͉̪͓̙̣́̌͗̾̿̈́̀͑͊͌̾̔̈́̚ͅ ̵̯̥̗̹̩̣̜͉̈́͋̀͗̋̈́̑̊I̶͉͙͖̠̺͖̯͚̦̣͗͂̈́͋̑̂̍͒͝’̸͖̩̩͔̈́̈̐͗̈́̓́̽̽̑̍̓̚ṃ̶̛̾͊̔̃̏͐͌̀̓̾͝ ̷͖̗̖͚̹͓̩͕̘̌͐͊͋̕f̵̨͉̺̜̖̺̞͚̭͎͗̃̀̈́͊̇i̸̢͔̯͉̯͖̱̻̝͙͍͖̘͇̓̑̀̎̆n̸̨̢̢̪̜̤͍̣͙̹͙̱̣̂̈̎̽̒̍͒͊͗̋̒̃̕̕͜͝ę̵̟̞̍̈́̎͐ ̴͇̖̿͛̈̇̽̾͋͗̄̍̅̕Ȉ̵̧̛͎͇̠͕͚̦̹̪̋̑̕̚̚͝’̸̳̘̼̈̊m̷̢̖̖̭̙̥̞͌̈́͑̈́̉̒̄̉̆͐̀̕̚ͅ ̶̝̱̯̗͇̎̑̎̈́̆͆̍̈́̊̓̅̐̄f̷̩̦͉̜̺̤͎͆̀͝i̴̡̡̩͖̺̹̘̞̲͕͛̐͆̔̽̃̆͝n̶͓͌̀͑̇̃̓̋̚̚ê̷̢̟̞̟̪͙͖̼̹̞̭̒̒͛̌̃͒̽̓͗̿͗̚͜͜͝ͅͅ ̸͉̼̟͆̓͊I̵̬̜̟̥͍̟͉̳̗̋̍͗̿́̋̋́̈̓̃̏̑͘’̶̧̢̛͓̳͓̻̺̲̟̦̀͛̆̉̔m̶̨̭̮̠̮̹̼̼͇̪͕͚̘̝͆͗̉̐̕͝ ̴̢̦̭̞̤̻̪͚̖̗̠̫̍̈́̇̈́̏͆͜f̵̨̙͚̹̟̺͕̳̹̓̈́͂̆̒̕͝i̴͔̜̇̐̀̓̓̈́͌́̆̆n̴͕̈́̅͛̽͝e̶̘̻̗̋̌̈́͊̈́̀ ̶̢͔͈͇̱͖̲͔̯̘̺̰̣͇̿̌̑̓̍͗͋͑̐ͅI̴̡̝̱͂̉̔̃̊̾͒̉͊̓́͝’̵̢̰̖̠̰̙̺̱̲̮̻̱̅m̴͈̦̱͙̪͈̺̮̲̾̐̈̌̀̈́̓͜͝͝ͅ ̶̣̪͕̪͙͙̹́̿̎̏̏̓̃̓̆̏͘̕͠f̵̨͔͎̮̭̙͖̝̫͔̩͉̾́̏̉̅͊̀͑̅́̃͊͒͜͝ͅͅị̷̛̬̤̮͊͑̅̔̊̊͌̋̚̚͝n̴͖̫̻̣̤̰͐̌e̶̛̛̫͖̠̞̱̳̞͙̠̜̱̓͂͌͗͑͐̉̂̋̈́̚͠ ̶̥͇̆͂̀̏̀̕͘̚͝͠I̴̢̱̯̭̯̗̜̒̉̚ͅ’̷̨̡̧͎̫͔̩̬͇̠̟̦̃̋́͋̐̀̚͜m̶̗͕̫̲̜͎̯̗̞̩̽̾͒̾͑̈́́͑͋́̀͑̉͜ͅ ̵̨̨̙̇̈͌̀̔̇́̋͊͛͒͛͘f̷̨̗̘͔̪̲̘͍̾̽͌̈́͜ì̷̮͒͊̋́̈́̽̓͂͋̚n̵̢̛̯̖͕͚̲̻̼̔̄ȅ̴̙̒̈́̔̋͂̂̇̄͂͛̈́͜͝ ̷̫̘̰̲̣͇̠̫̀̅̀̐͠ͅÎ̶̡̠̊̄̓͆͒̑̾̉̚̕’̸̨̯͙͔͇̺̙̹̳̗̻̥̘̘͇̈́͒̈́͗̾͊̑͝m̶̦̟͚̼͍̳̱͔̣̥̖̣̈́͐͒̍̉͝ ̴̤͕̪̗̼̣̝̭͕̞̰̮͒̆̂͌̔̄̋̕f̴̨͙͉̺̥̫͉̯̦̮̪̦̏̃̒̔͘͠͝ị̸̡̮̹̝͎̪̣͇̝͋̊̐̓͝n̷̲̪̘̭̜̪̫̩͎̩̹̄̈́̑̑͊͜ẹ̷̘͖̮̹̳͐́́͌̾̀̍̔̅̅͆̿͝͠ ̴͓͈̯̼͖͎̘̣̱̊̇̂̔I̸̠̜̥̰̊͒̔́̆̄̄̆́̐̽͘̕’̵̨̡̡͖̜̫͕̫͇̪̩̓͒̌̀̂̋͗̕͜͝͝ḿ̴̡̲͇͕̠̒ ̵̺̤̒̿̐̀̍̀̌̉͆̌̏͆̈͘f̸̢̗̜͙̳͉̫̝͉͎͕̽i̴̥̦̱͎͉̪̙̩͎͖̣̇̽͆̆̇̃́͒̊͘͝͝n̷̨͌̄̉͠ȩ̴͍̫̲̘̮̗̮̠̖̜̟͗́̉̐̾̇͌̄̌͒͘̕͜ ̴̧̡̡̺̺̥̤̗̘̝̻͈̲̤̂̿̏͌̑̉͘̚͝ͅ

Diary Entry #3: Calm before the storm

Transcript:

Dear diary,

Over the last day or two, I’ve been bound to duties, the duties to revive the old group- the shadow soul- or something- according to lavender. Despite that, the day before we were clearing out our new sewer like home- we discovered a hag- living in the bowls of this pits- the fight was brutal… it was the closest I’ve been to death… but- due to my negligence, Belmash perished and his pride was washed away in the putrid waters, fitting for him. We memorialised his ashes and weapon next to the rat.

The biggest heartbreak is my dress being ruined. I did some fancy textile work and now, it feels more freeing and more me. Today we were gathering intel and lead to an “kidnapping” of one of our colleagues children. Listen when I’m stress I think before I speak. But with food sorted and being ported. The group seems to be getting along mostly.

We have a new threat to us we overheard- and tomorrow we are heading out, into the wilds to get blood smeared onto our hands. To kill the general who plans to stop me.

Us. I won’t let this happen. My apathy kills me inside. But no matter. Threats need. To be deleted

Bring it on. To all who dare oppose. To the rise of the morning of bloodshed- do not forget.

Lilith.

Mushroom Miku